Bushy the Bitch

I forgot to mention the most crucial part of my dislike for Bushy M.  Once, during choir practice, there was a little girl in the hallway.  She was making this screeching sound, and it didn't sound like a human.  My current (not for long) husband made a comment that it sounded like a cat.  Bushy chimes in saying that it's a little girl.  That if we chose to have more kids, we'd obviously have a girl, and we'd know that they can be screechy sometimes.  I honestly wanted to throw a pipe wrench across the room at her head.  What the hell, bitch?  Just because you popped out 6 very annoying, and I mean that with all sincerity, ANNOYING, KNOW-IT-ALL children who repulse you with the stench of HOLIER THAN THOU, doesn't mean you have the right to tell me or judge me for not having kids...Uh, it's time to just egg that whore's house.  I would love to beat the living shit out of her with my bare hands.